Hate Me
Dark eyes hollow,
Sparked with orange and yellow.
Burn my body in the fire,
I swear I'll make your latest pyre.
Let it be.
Let it be.
Crisping flesh, singing hair.
Watch me fall into disrepair.
Baby...
My mind is a trundle,
sliding out from the darkest depths, so hidden from all others but if you'd like, we can fumble.
There's something to be said about my flesh,
the final visage of my decay,
the face and hair astray,
the colorless skin; hollow and gray.
You wouldn't have to stare.
I wouldn't make it so.
There's something to be said,
to my corpse that can't be said in my waking hour.
To the tune of the words behind my back,
that tickle my ears with your retrieved new power.
I'm dead, you know?
Dead.
So say it all, get it out.
What use is my body now, but a nest for your despair.
Deep decay,
oh I will relay...
I'll delay your final words onto my soulless corpse,
to revisit them if I so choose when we meet in the afterlife.
So kill each other once again,
to take care of business we could not do in life,
but still enjoy the things in which you might be rife.
Watch me decay.
Burn my body before the bay.
In the day.
It doesn't matter any which way.
We'll be here together, in my Great Decay.
While I slip off into the soulfull fray.